If I were a Starlit Night
I would paint the sky
In darkest light
Splashing heaven in veiled disguise
To shadow dusk from mornings rise
Like jeweled beads upon a sea
Of rushing waves in tapestry
That splatter garland in colors bold
Of quickened silver and whitened gold
Moonbeams strung would drape each star
To blend what's near and blend what's far
Each velvet dropp of star and light
In dotted waves of day and night
Would catch each tear upon your face
That broke and split without a trace
Against the moons transparent veil
Where footprints mark its celestial trail
In silent sorrows ephemeral grace
The rise and fall of human race
To those that profit in affliction
To reap no truth or wise conviction
But empty praise and muddled diction
Not handed wave or handed open
To gaze upon the cruelty spoken
Of shattered sadness
And scattered madness
Of fleeting hours
And sleeping sorrows
The gilded beauty's soul is keeping
Murmur of her thoughts are weeping:
'If I were a Starlit Night
I would paint the sky
In darkest light'
Fantastic passion of being, overwhelming the readers idea. Imagination gets a new dimension toexpand its wings. Thanks a lot............................pranab k c.....................................10+
Fantastic passion of being, overwhelming the readers idea. Imagination gets a new dimension toexpand its wings. Thanks a lot............................pranab k c.....................................10+
Such a nice way to weave words as if decrating the entire universe in a hue of vibrant yet shaded thoughts
Absolutely beautiful portrayal of the moods of the Universe reflected in the night sky..a favorite poem..thank you!
Words are flowing like river and imageries created by the silksmith's touch, a wonderful poem, Indeed.100+++
'If I were a Starlit Night I would paint the sky In darkest light' Fantastic..
you made me feel how it was to listen to the earth the way i once used to in a horrible period in my life but it gifted me the key to the mind sets of others
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The stars shine softly on the canvass of your being, silken in flow, gurgling she flows, like the stream of purity, through the intergalactic spaces of positions, emotions, beliefs baggage. Nothing else remains but the shine of the stars and the gurgle of your poem. What a master stroke.